January drabbles - 20

I dreamed the world as fire, the sun so hot it burns my eyes to blindness; then I woke.
I dreamed the world as water, torn by waves; I’ll find no silence; then I woke.
I dreamed the wind as ashes blown, its breath the empty taste of bones and death;
I dreamed the barren graveyard rock where time has trod; I wept and woke.
I dreamed the smell of sulfur and despair, dreamed sorrow there.
But in the end I dreamed salvation’s promise, freely giving, freely given
And if we freely might forgive I’ll dream this earth be heaven.